Amos Glade
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Welcome to Pteetneet City & my World of Weird. Here you'll find stories of the bizarre, horror, & magic realism as well as a steaming pile of poetry. Thank you for reading.
For more madness check out my website: https://www.amosglade.com/
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Skeptical Specter Spectacle
One of my favorite television moments growing up was watching a show called Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction hosted primarily by Jonathan Frakes. As the show started the announcer would proclaim, “Tonight your challenge is to separate what is true from what is false. Five stories, some real, some fake. Can you judge which are fact and which are fiction? To find out, you must enter a world of both truth and deception, a world that is beyond belief.”
By Amos Glade8 months ago in Writers
Manager, Daily Routine
RE: RE re: Open position: Manager, Daily Routine JOB: # 6-21-311iT TO: Aschenputtel, Brecken FROM: Manresources, Hugh Below is a copy of the resignation letter you requested. You are allowed to discuss points from this letter with candidates, anonymously, if it is beneficial to the corporate goals, but to answer your question, no you may not provide copies of this letter. It would be highly unprofessional and I don’t recommend it. If you have to be called in, it will be to my office and I don't want that for either of us.
By Amos Glade9 months ago in Journal
Lost Art of Atropos Radsla
“This next unit is the final unit of the day. Unit A09.4.01.003 in section TA98. You’ll have a thirty second preview of the contents and then the bidding will begin at three hundred and fifty dollars. If you cross the yellow line, you will be disqualified,” said Kooky Kevin of Kooky Kevin’s Storage Emporium. He twirled his el bandito mustache in one finger and started a timer as his mousy assistant slid open the unit.
By Amos Glade9 months ago in History
Bionic Pranayama
Two little cubs played on a grassy hill while their mother dug a warm den for the long winter ahead. She dug through dirt, she dug through rock, and she dug through the trash that was long buried from an old civilization. With each swipe of her massive paw she made the den deeper and pushed out another fist full of crumbling and decaying rubble.
By Amos Glade9 months ago in Fiction
Ballyhoo at the Hall of Mirrors
“Step right up, step right up! Come see the amazing, the magical, the mesmerizing HALL OF MIRRORS. See yourself like you’ve never seen yourself before. You’ll be entranced. You’ll be astounded. You’ll be enlightened. Gaze into your own reflection and see the wonders of what can be, what will be, what was never to come. What’s your name son, what’s your name?”
By Amos Glade11 months ago in Fiction
